Were Not Kings
Were not Kings
Just slaves
Or martyrs
But bodies that fill the graves
Harbingers
Hiding in stone conclaves.
Were not artists
But painters of death
Just lovers
Of our own breath
Takers
Till there’s nothing left.
Were not angels
But ones who fell
Just writers
Of the lies we tell
Followers
Whom march to hell.
Were bellyachers
Ones who complain
Just bloodsuckers
Leaving a stain
Unwise
Creators of lifes pain.
Copyright © Jim Campbell | Year Posted 2007
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